‘Well, that’s all that matters. Try not to be so focused on it – just enjoy what we’re doing and maybe it’ll happen in time.’
‘And if it doesn’t?’
‘It’s no biggie. There’s no right or wrong way to have sex. It’s just a matter of trying different things and finding what does it for you. Then you can ask for whatever you need in the future.’
She didn’t think she’d ever be good at asking for what she wanted during sex. ‘Maybe you could give me a note?’ she said hopefully.
‘A crib sheet to hand to future boyfriends? Don’t worry, we’re going to do alotmore vocal work. You won’t need a note by the time you graduate from this bed.’
‘So, about these different positions,’ Claire said some time later, when they were ready to go again.
‘Maybe you should go on top this time,’ Luca said, lifting her onto him. ‘That way, you’re in control.’
She straddled him and he guided her down onto his shaft. ‘Just move at your own pace,’ he said, gripping her waist. ‘Do whatever feels good to you. Just concentrate on getting yourself off and do whatever you need. Don’t think about me at all.’
Claire hesitated as she began to move. ‘Isn’t that rude?’ she asked. She’d always been given to understand that being selfish in bed was a bad thing.
‘Claire, it’s sex. You’re allowed to be rude. Rude goes with the territory.’
16
Absolute Beginners
Recently I’ve been told that my sexual confidence can come across as intimidating. That makes me kind of sad. It’s not my intention in this blog to make anyone feel inadequate, so I want to take some time out to assure my more inexperienced readers that I wasn’t always the smooth operator you see before you now. It took me a while to get into sex. It took even longer to turn me into the cock-hungry shag-monster I am today. My first couple of times were probably as messy and unsatisfying as they are for most people. Sex was embarrassing, bewildering and a lot less fun than dinner and a movie. If it was a choice between sex and a pizza, I’d have gone for the pizza every time.
It wasn’t until I met the Artist that I discovered how much fun two people could have rubbing their bits against each other. I wasn’t a virgin when I met the Artist, but I might as well have been. He was the first guy to go down on me. His was the first cock I deep-throated, the first spunk I chugged down. He gave me the first orgasm I ever had that wasn’t a selfie.
He’s come back into my life recently, and we’re boning for old times’ sake. Hence the trip down Memory Lane. It’s reminded me ofjust how clueless I once was, and what a difference a good teacher can make. So if you’re still struggling with what all the fuss is about, rest assured, no one is born this way. I was once like you – probably worse. In fact, I’d almost given up on sex. But I’m so glad I didn’t.
So stick with it. It gets better. Don’t feel you have to know everything right from the off. Experiment, try different things, and don’t be afraid to ask questions. Learning is fun. Don’t worry about getting laughed at – no guy will dare laugh when you’ve got his dick in your mouth or his balls in your hand.
Like everything else, practice makes perfect – and if at first you don’t succeed, try, try and try again. I promise you it will be worth it.
(On the other hand, maybe you just prefer pizza. And that’s fine too.)
‘Good weekend?’ Yvonne asked Claire the next day. They were having lunch in the back room of Bookends. Yvonne was eating a tiny pot of fromage frais while thumbing idly through a thick glossy magazine.
‘Yes, lovely weekend.’ Claire couldn’t help grinning as she unwrapped a sandwich from the deli across the road.
Yvonne glanced up. ‘Well, look at you, all sexed up!’ She beamed, abandoning her magazine to focus on Claire.
‘What? What makes you think I’m?—’
‘You have that glow,’ Yvonne said. ‘And I have excellent sex radar. I can always tell who’s doing it and who’s not. Andyou,’ she said, pointing a finger at Claire, ‘are doing it. Right?’
‘Well…’ Claire tried, but she couldn’t wipe the smug smile off her face. Shewasall sexed up. There was no use denying it. She had gone from being practically a virgin to a total sex maniac in just over a week.
‘So you couldn’t hold out for five dates, after all,’Yvonne said, folding her arms on the table. ‘I told you that was harsh.’
‘Oh, um… no. This was… someone else.’ She felt like a bit of a tart admitting it.
‘Wow! You may be slow to get started, but once you get going, you don’t hang around, do you? Where did you meet this guy?’
‘At a bar. I was with a friend.’
‘And you didn’t make him wait. You’re obviously more into him than London guy.’
‘It’s not like that. This guy is more just a sort of… I mean he’s not boyfriend material or anything.’
